Complete Destitution
What motivates someone,
To select another to victimize?
When it is their own life they jeopardize.
And everything they value is at stake.
Including complete destitution.
Knowing this can not be faked,
Discreetly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destroying Themselves As Well
Someone knows,
To what to them has been fed...
That motivates their action to pick,
A victimization that defeats another.
With a drive they can not quit.
Someone like this has been promised,
Something that pleases.
Something involving one's ego...
That satisfies the blindness,
Of its increasing evilness.
People are teased on a constant basis,
With something desired...
That comes to jeopardize their integrity.
And people who wish to do harm to others...
Aren't thinking at all how a temporary taste,
Effects their entire destiny that is wasted.
Someone knows,
To what to them has been fed...
That motivates their action to pick,
A victimization that defeats another.
With a destroying of themselves as well,
In a complete wickedness that's sick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Circle Of Glory
Pain unites the victims.
Discreetly, afterword, was the same.
Only loser helped you to die instantly
for the millions of stars.
The shadow was a terrorist
on the terrace.
Wounds were flying on erected dais,
the circle of glory was complete.
Over the dead nurseries
sun was kneading the earth,
for a graying sky
to bear the night.
A shameful retreat
of the weaver, of faked skin,
when body was stained with orange bruises
inviting the moon.
poem by Satish Verma
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Destitution
We can not jeopardize our gains.
However...
We can sure maximize our losses.
And at any cost!
What we lose will be an honorable sacrifice...
For all of the hollow victories claimed!
Inspite of our appearances of destitution.
And that is a worthwhile cause to pride,
With a wholesome delivery....
Our future generations will come to respect,
As justifiable!
For the rest of their miserable lives.
And I might add,
We hold these truths to be self evident.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No time to Fake
Faked?
My abilities and deeds,
You believe has been faked?
I have yet to admit,
All things I am familiar with.
And with 'whom' I have initiated a process.
Faked?
I feel like a child beginning to learn how to walk.
And you believe my efforts taken have been faked?
Are you saying that just to ignite,
The depths of my greatness?
Or...
Are you hoping someone will validate,
More of a perceived ego...
I have yet to publicly admit?
Either way,
I have had no time to fake!
I have enough on my plate as it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faked Faith Tolerated Fades
Some more will come.
Thy 'Will' for them...
Will be done.
And all then will come to see...
A way dictated to others to live,
Is a falsity observed decreasing.
With nothing about it positive.
More will even come to know,
Only God 'our' Father...
Can bestow,
What it is,
We need to live and grow.
This as it is,
Is the life one should live.
A faked faith tolerated,
Has...
Gone away.
A faked faith tolerated,
Fades.
A faked faith tolerated,
Has...
Gone away.
A faked faith tolerated,
Fades.
More will even come to know,
Only God 'our' Father...
Can bestow,
What it is,
We need to live and grow.
This as it is,
Is the life one should live.
A faked faith tolerated,
Has...
Gone away.
A faked faith tolerated,
Fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Credibility
If statements are made,
Regarding that which will be done...
Do them!
Or at least admit...
You are not committed.
Your credibility is at stake!
And some make a mistake,
That dismissing this...
Does not jeopardize relationships.
And in some places...
Those of authority,
Have 'chosen' to disgrace their own reputations.
For a fee and leisure.
To please temporary temptations!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking Someone To Empathize
What do you mean,
I haven't shown you any sympathy?
That was the first thing I showed you,
The moment you chose to select me...
As your prey to victimize.
Thinking my respect for you,
Was a sign of weakness.
You just don't remember that,
Because I have been nothing but supportive.
And you are seeking someone to empathize,
With your current surprising financial dilemma.
And I no longer do charity work.
Nor am I a doormat to walk on...
To get you from Point A to B.
No...
Homey don't play games like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stake Stake Stake
Stake, stake, stake,
on the green felt fabric thrown, -
the croupiers, awake,
the players, weary, grown.
O well for the novice who
can cash in lucky play,
O ill for the gambler too,
rash not to end his stay
as the golden chips go on
back to stack within the till, -
but O for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
and woe for the crushing bill!
Stake, stake, stake,
while a camera all can see,
records both banks which break,
and counts accounts’ red plea!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Obviousness Of You doing This
It must to you feel great,
To create an opposition.
Then to bait others...
To help keep it faked.
It does,
Doesn't it?
It has to.
The obviousness of you doing this,
Shows with a glow upon your face.
And those you have chosen to oppose,
Only play along as an added hobby.
Knowing it is your disgrace and not theirs,
You can not easily erase.
When the act of yours is traced.
And you are left without explanation.
It must to you feel great,
To create an opposition.
Then to bait others...
To help keep it faked.
It does,
Doesn't it?
It has to.
But it is your fate,
Tossed away.
With no escaping,
From the damage you make to fake...
An opposition!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Motivates Multiple Actions In My Life
my neighbor proclaims I am not a Christian
because I do not show go to church Sunday
she is correct I am not a Christian as she is?
this is all that she is correct in...
I do not claim to be a good Christian...
I do not even claim to be a Christian...
although every hour every day God
motivates many multiple actions in my life
God even at times enters my dreams
motivates the first actions of my day
after I arise from precious sleeping
even in sleep God is part of my life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Just as everybody has the vote including women, I think children should, because as a child is conscious of itself then it has to me an existence and has a stake in what happens.
quote by Gertrude Stein
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It Is In The Knowing
The getting what I want,
Doesn't get any easier.
I face obstacles on a daily basis,
Hoping to chase my wanting away.
And those obstacles presented,
Only test the strength of my patience.
However...
The knowing what I want,
Has always been for me quite easy.
And even today...
The taste of what I want,
Stays.
It is in the knowing,
That keeps me hungry...
And motivates my focus.
Not the wanting!
The wanting I've always known,
With desire to get from a doing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Can't You Keep It Celebrated?
What's keeping you from being grateful for your blessings?
And...
What's keeping you from knowing that and to confess?
And...
What's keeping you from trusting God with all your faith?
That faith...
You say you have!
That faith...
You state is strong!
That faith...
That keeps you glad.
That faith...
You say is never wrong.
What's keeping you from being grateful for your blessings?
And...
What's keeping you from knowing that and to confess?
And...
What's keeping you from trusting God with all your faith?
That faith...
You say you have!
That faith...
You state is strong!
That faith...
That keeps you glad.
That faith...
You say is never wrong.
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
What's keeping you from being grateful for your blessings?
And...
What's keeping you from knowing that and to confess?
And...
That faith,
You say you have!
That faith...
You state is strong!
That faith...
That keeps you glad.
That faith...
You say is never wrong.
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
That faith...
Is it faked?
And,
That faith...
Why can't you keep it celebrated?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Told Me You Loved Me
Once
Doesn't mean anything to me
Come
Show me the meaning of complete
Where
Did our love go wrong
Once we were so strong
How can I go on?
When you told me you loved me
Did you know it would take me the rest of my life
to get over the feeling of knowing
A dream didn't turn out right
When you let me believe that you weren't complete
Without me by your side
how could I know
That you would go
That you would run
Baby
song performed by by Jessica Simpson from Irresistible
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Run, The Hider Does
Run,
A hider discreetly does.
And in fear!
But from whom?
And why discreetly in secret?
And after what...
Does a runner hiding,
Chase away?
An out paced shadow?
Or the light upon oneself which is cast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From A Faked Surface
My love is complete!
I do not offer pieces of it to please.
What is felt is spoken.
And the affect of it given,
Is not my purpose or intent...
To disrespect or offend.
And...
If my love is received that way,
What I am given in return...
Has to be crumbs conveniently scraped,
From a faked surface.
To be eventually dismissed.
My love is complete!
I do not offer pieces of it to please.
If that is what you are accustomed to doing...
You will not know true love with me.
When I give it,
It is with all that I have...
Blemishes, flaws and regrettable moods.
To correct...
But never to hide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not To Embarrass
Women keep money
Without their husbands’ knowledge.
Men keep women
Without their wives’ knowledge.
Knowing such things
Will jeopardize mutual trust.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Historians' Of How Things Use To Be
Oh...they are there!
Those who wish to share,
Their insecurities.
And dislikes for others.
As they pass their opinions...
To infiltrate,
Already divided communities!
Inciting disagreements.
To get family and friends involved.
As they choose and select,
Who to victimize next!
Who among them they disapprove.
And who deserves to become pestered,
With an ostracizing that accepts,
An infestation of rejection.
Oh...they are there!
Yearning to bring anyone down,
To discomfort in their 'bleak' despair!
And they even declare there should be a unity!
And 'why' those they have slandered...
Choose to leave them,
At the first opportunity!
Quickening a packing.
And instigating a chase!
Oh...they are there!
'Historians' of how things use to be!
And how they remember,
A quality of life...
They had 'issues' with then.
And made it known they did not like!
Since the ones they have already chased away...
Would not stay,
For more of their hostilities...
Interpreted as respect!
But they can not see...
The quality of their backstabbing hospitality!
And why their 'nests' decay!
No one conceives it is desired that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Possession of love
He was much possessive of his wife.
She’d to listen to no other men.
She must move only with women.
He faked love lest she should seek out.
He faked love to block other men.
She sublimated her energy
In devotion to duties and deities.
Thus she went to yellow, sapless.
No more threats from any quarter.
Being safe, he abandoned her.
09.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Knowing that everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying of the light -- that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense of futility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You can still be aware of it but find a place for it where you can actually exist comfortably and enjoy things.
quote by Robert Smith
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